I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Not finished yet?

Everyone cheered up: just say that it is impossible for a main dish to have such a small portion!Do you want to add fish?But why not put out a few more pots at the beginning?

This time, Mr. Yuan didn't wait for other people to urge him with their eyes, so he nodded with a smile and said: "Since there is a follow-up, let's serve the food."

Yan Moji nodded, and waved to the back kitchen, and a few servants came over with their things.

Two long-mouthed copper pots refill the soup base on both sides of the mandarin duck pan;

Four large charcoal stoves reheat the bottom of the pot to make the bottom of the soup boil.

The chicken soup added this time is much lighter than the thick and fragrant soup at the bottom of the pot just now. A little fried chili red oil.

A row of white porcelain plates were served, and Ji Mingwu’s paper-thin meat rolls were frozen by Mrs. Wu’s cold internal energy, and then stood up in a neat and beautiful shape. There were also pre-cooked quail eggs, fish balls, beef rolls Belly, yellow throat, winter bamboo shoots, celery...

Yan Moji demonstrated the action of simmering meat, and then pointed to a string of white porcelain plates piled up with ingredients behind him with a smile: "Enjoy yourselves, everyone."

Based on Yan Moji's shallow ancient knowledge, shabu-shabu should be a traditional delicacy with a long history.But in this small town, he hasn't seen any hot pot restaurant yet, and he doesn't know whether it's because the town is too closed, or because most people can't open it.

Looking at the actions of Yuan's family, Yan Moji guessed that they should have eaten similar hot pot at home, so he didn't say much, and then gave him various dipping sauces that he had prepared, and let them start eating hard, and he retreated first Arrived at the back kitchen.

He still has the last ingredient unfinished.

The light chicken soup, the spicy fish soup, and the lingering aroma of the grilled fish just eaten, and all kinds of fresh ingredients in the pot, the people at the table in Yuan's family had a great time eating.

The meat slices are so thin and transparent, and it looks like it has been frozen outside, and it still has a toughness after being cooked.The people at the table didn't have time to talk at all, and the servants helped to boil the meat. They dipped in the dipping sauce one after another, feeling that any sauce was delicious, and they wanted to dip it in any sauce.

When the ingredients were almost eaten, Yan Moji appeared on stage again as if he had timed it right, this time there was only one ingredient - ramen.

Mr. Yuan looked at the bright yellow and slender ramen, his white eyebrows slightly moved, and guessed: "This is the rumored Yanyu ramen?"

Yan Moji smiled and said, "That's right, the fish noodles are already half-cooked, and they can be eaten after being scalded in a pot."

Yan Moji was in the back kitchen just now, and he made another fish noodle. After cooking it in the clear soup, let Mrs. Wu use her internal strength to cool it down quickly, so that the fresh ramen can still maintain its strength after being cooled, and it can be eaten after being boiled in a hot pot up.

The people at the table of the Yuan family, except for the fifth young master who has always been unassuming, have never eaten the Yanyu ramen that was once popular at the time and could not be taken out later.At this time, they have been conquered by the grilled fish hot pot, although they feel a little full, they still stare at the plate of ramen.

The ramen noodles are boiled in the pot, and they are scooped into individual bowls. They are chewy and smooth, with the fresh fragrance of fish and the aroma of wheat flour. Each person has a small bowl of ramen, and they can eat them all quickly.

After this family banquet, the juniors in the family who were familiar with each other fought against each other. After the grilled fish hot pot was served, everyone suddenly stopped talking and just lowered their heads to eat meat. Even the fourth and fifth young masters who had always been tit for tat They were all silent with each other.

——It’s impossible not to be silent!If you don't concentrate on eating, everything will be taken away by others!

After eating the last bite of fish noodles, Mr. Yuan took a sip of expensive tea, feeling the rare feeling of fullness in his stomach, and a trace of surprise and satisfaction flashed across his old face.

Ordinary people tend to accumulate food when they are old, so they dare not eat too much; but he has been traveling for many years to create this big business, all kinds of precious medicinal herbs, what bothers him is his appetite that gradually shrinks as he grows older .

No matter what kind of delicacy there is, you can put it down after one or two bites; no matter what kind of delicacy, you can't eat it.

In spring and summer, it's okay, but in autumn and winter, I eat less and less, relying entirely on ginseng tea.

——This time, it’s been a long time since I felt “full of wine and food”...

——I heard that this is the cook that Lao Wu found from Assorted Foods, and his skills are indeed not bad.

Fifth Young Master Yuan saw the gratification and contemplation on his grandfather's face, and was overjoyed. Knowing that his admission to Qingzhou Academy was probably a sure thing, he couldn't help but glance at Fourth Young Master next to him with some complacency.

——Tell you to fight with me in everything, you will lose completely this time, right?

The fourth young master understood the look in his younger brother's eyes, gritted his teeth, but still didn't say anything, he only thought about it secretly, and then he would go to assorted food to find some delicious food, so that he could please his grandfather when he came back.

...

The banquet was over, and Yan Moji was on his way back when he bumped into Chef You who looked devastated, and behind Chef You a long line of apprentices who didn't dare to show his air.

Chef You also intends to compete with this assorted food owner who let him eat turtles this time, so that he will know that those poorly made food on the roadside will not make it to the table at all, and when it comes to cooking orthodox The main dish, or oneself is better!

... As a result, the truth slapped him hard in the face.

Although he was not in the front hall, he saw the dishes that were removed from the banquet.

He tried his best to cook all kinds of dishes meticulously, and he only moved a few chopsticks; the mandarin duck pot of the assorted food Yan boss had only a little bit of soup left, nothing else.

And I heard that Boss Yan went in to add food twice.

Chef You watched Yan Moji and the others walk in front of him in dismay, thinking that he would be ridiculed, but he didn't expect those people to walk over without looking sideways, as if they didn't see him at all.

He should have breathed a sigh of relief, but Chef You only felt a deeper loss.

...

This time, I had a grilled fish hot pot meal at Yuan's house, which was very rewarding.

The Fifth Young Master Yuan successfully persuaded the old Patriarch Yuan, and got the permission to go to Qingzhou Academy to study, and patted his chest and said to Yan Moji that he would definitely take good care of them; this time, the old Patriarch Yuan's assorted food is also considered to be in the heart of the old Patriarch of the Yuan Family It became famous, and in the next few days, the performance of Assorted Foods rose a lot visible to the naked eye.

Winter snow fell one after another, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

From ancient times to the present, New Year's Eve is always the biggest festival.

On the night before New Year's Eve, Yan Moji prepared the New Year's goods and prepared the fillings for the dumplings; When the soup was on the surface, it was served and shared with Ji Mingwu.

In this batch of dumplings, Yan Moji wrapped three copper coins that had been washed in advance, implying that whoever eats the dumplings wrapped with copper coins will have a lot of money and wealth in the coming year.

Yan Moji was also very familiar with making dumplings in his previous life, the dumplings were big and delicious, Yan Moji ate a whole big plate by himself, until his stomach was as round as dumplings before he stopped;

Ji Mingwu was even better. He made the remaining two large plates of dumplings round. After eating, he remained expressionless and out of breath. He still had the strength to stand up with his crutches to clear the table and wash the dishes.

——But it's strange to say that all three copper coins were eaten by Yan Moji, obviously his Brother Wu ate more than him.

Yan Moji put three copper coins on the dining table, and smiled at Ji Mingwu: "Brother Wu, it seems that next year I will have a lot of money!"

A faint smile also appeared on the corner of Ji Mingwu's mouth, he glanced at the three copper coins, nodded and said, "Very good."

After finishing speaking, he went to wash the dishes. Yan Moji didn't want Ji Mingwu, who had limited mobility, to do these housework, but his stomach was too full and Ji Mingwu's movements were too natural, so he had to do it.

After breakfast, it's time to post Spring Festival couplets and door notes.

There are not many scholars in the town, but the master of the school writes Spring Festival couplets for sale every year, and Yan Moji also went to buy a set.

The rice soup paste made from glutinous rice is used to paste the red couplets with festive celebrations one by one, and the red, green, yellow and blue door papers engraved with various auspicious patterns are hung high on the eaves of the gate and the entrance of the main room. , good luck, more than every year.

The position of the door sticker was a bit high, and Yan Moji couldn't reach it by stepping on a chair. Just about to find some more stools to make it higher, Ji Mingwu came out of the house leaning on crutches.

After learning about Yan Moji's distress, Ji Mingwu offered an idea: "Step on my shoulders."

Yan Moji was startled: "Brother Wu, what are you kidding?"

——Have you forgotten that you are a lame brother Wu?

Ji Mingwu's expression remained unchanged, he spoke with actions, came over and squatted down, and hugged Yan Moji's calf very simply, before Yan Moji could react, he lifted him up into the air, and lifted Yan Moji's feet Put it on your shoulders.

Yan Moji suddenly lifted into the air, and before he could say "Fuck", he was already firmly standing on Ji Mingwu's shoulder.

Ji Mingwu leaned on a cane with one hand and Yan Moji's ankle with the other, stood up and walked to the front of the eaves: "Tie it."

——Holy shit, Brother Wu, you are so strong, are you amazing!

Yan Moji originally thought that even if Ji Mingwu put himself on his shoulders with strange strength, he would definitely shake himself off when he walked, and he was ready to jump off at any time.

Unexpectedly, although Ji Mingwu felt his body bump up and down when he was walking, he didn't feel the slightest sense of unstable center of gravity.

——Brother Wu's balance ability... why does it feel a bit against the sky?

——What kind of carpenter is his Brother Wu?Why is it like juggling?

Yan Moji stayed for a while, then lowered his head, coughed lightly, and said in embarrassment: "Brother Wu, the paste is still on the ground..."

Ji Mingwu: "..."

...

In addition to posting Spring Festival couplets, New Year's Eve is also busy with offering sacrifices.

Worshiping the sky is quite simple. Prepare some dishes for worshiping the sky, and offer them in the courtyard together with the red dates, persimmons, hawthorns and other tributes prepared in advance, sprinkle water and wine, light three incense sticks to worship the heaven and the earth, and then serve them in the kitchen Light one to worship the Stove Lord.

To worship ancestors, the whole family has to go out to the ancestral grave together.

The ancestral grave of Ji's family is outside the town, and the five members of Ji's family went there on the snow. Tofu, square meat, boiled chicken and other tributes were arranged on a string one by one, some paper money was burned, and a glass of water and wine was sprinkled on them. Kowtow a few times, and report the trivia of this generation to the ancestors who have been buried underground, and it's over.

Male wives like Yan Moji and female family members like Mother Ji and Mingwen don't need to kowtow, the three of them just stood aside and watched Father Ji babble to the tombstone.

Yan Moji should be very familiar with the matter of family worshiping ancestors, but now it is a little strange.

In the previous life, ever since his family had a quarrel with his uncles and even injured his mother, his father came home the next day, his eyes were red with anger, and he immediately wanted to rush out of the house to fight those people , was pulled back abruptly by his mother.

Since then, the family has severed ties with those so-called relatives, and worshiping ancestors always chooses the day before New Year's Eve to avoid meeting with those relatives. Only my father went out in silence and came back in silence.

So in Yan Moji's memory, there are very few scenes of the family coming out to worship their ancestors together.

——However, my parents died of illness one after another, and I was also in a plane crash. In the previous life, the three members of my family were considered dead, and no one cared about their ancestor worship...

Just as Yan Moji was thinking in a trance, a blur suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a few purple-red buds swayed. Ji Mingwu looked over with worried eyes: "What's wrong?"

Yan Moji blinked, looked at Ji Mingwu's handsome face with a trace of worry, then at Ji's father and mother Ji who were packing up their things and preparing to evacuate, and Ji Mingwen who was jumping and jumping in the snow, a trace of sentimentality just now rose Suddenly disappeared without a trace.

——Past life returns to previous life, now in this world, he already has a loving husband, kind and honest parents, and a smart and clever younger sister.

—he has a home again.

A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Moji's lips, and he stretched out his hand actively, holding Ji Mingwu's left hand that was not holding the crutch, and smiled brightly without any haze: "It's okay, let's go, Brother Wu."

Ji Mingwu was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face softened a lot. He let Yan Moji hold his hand, held it back quietly, and walked forward together.

...

After Yan Moji consulted with the store before, he decided to open the mixed food store for half a day on New Year's Eve.

After posting Spring Festival couplets and offering sacrifices, the day is free. Many people are too lazy to cook lunch. After the Chinese New Year, they are willing to spend money, so they will come to assorted foods to kill some time.

Mixed food is hotter than ever at noon this day.The guys in the store are also beaming, and they greet each other with "Happy Chinese New Year" first.

At the gate of the endless assorted food, a scruffy middle-aged man passed by, with a flash of greed and resentment in his eyes, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, held back, and returned to his home.

The house is empty, with almost no furniture, and when you enter the door, you can hear the voice of a woman beating and scolding her young son:

"You little bastard! If you hadn't angered Lord Lin, how could our family have become like this!"

"You still want to eat meat, but you can't even afford to eat, where can I get meat for you!"

Then came the crying of the boy and the beating and scolding of the woman more fiercely.

The middle-aged man listened to the noise that seemed to linger forever in the house, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then looked at the completely barren courtyard, the irritability in his eyes gradually turned numb, and then he went into the wine room at home, He opened the few jars of wine and poured them down, regardless of whether these jars of wine were intended to be sold for money.

Half-drunk and half-awake, the middle-aged man thought of his adopted son who had been submissive at home and had completely transformed into a man after he got married. A trace of remorse flashed in his heart: If he could treat that child well, their family would not change now. become like this...

Almost at the same time, in another family, the little woman just smashed a jar on the ground, pointed at the drunken man in front of her, and cursed angrily: "You pervert, you still want to bring the young man back? Let me tell you, you are dreaming !"

The man's face was pockmarked, his eyes were drunk, he let out a stinking belch, and reached out to touch another jar of wine beside him, as if he didn't hear her words at all.

Seeing that he looked like he didn't want to enter, the woman was trembling with anger, and she wanted to slam the door and leave, but then she thought that she had no other place to go now, so she couldn't help but kicked the man on the ground angrily, turned around and left another house.

——Originally, I should be able to marry into a good family, get rid of the oppression of my brothers, be the master of the family, and live a prosperous and good life!

——It's all because of that bastard just now, who ruined his innocence and forced him to marry him, so that now he can only struggle in this gloomy day with no hope in sight!It's all his fault!

The little woman leaned against the door, listening to the faint laughter of children on the street, tears streaming down her eyes.

...

Some people have a bad year, while others have a very happy life, and even want to go further.

On New Year's Eve, Ji Mingwu and Yan Moji set the dining table in the main room, lit the stove, and the whole room was warmed up.

Yan Moji and Ji Mingwu cooked together, cooked a large table of sumptuous dishes, and prepared assorted fruit wine. While listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, the two of them ate delicious dishes, and looked at each other from time to time. See warmth and contentment in each other's eyes.

A warm little family, a man who loves each other, Yan Moji's most dreamed life in his previous life has come true so easily in this world.

Apart from……

Yan Moji enthusiastically picked up the stir-fried mutton and put it in Ji Mingwu's bowl: "Brother Wu, to celebrate the New Year, eat more meat."

Ji Mingwu glanced at him and ate in silence.

"Brother Wu, stay healthy and drink more."

"Brother Wu, good luck, eat more meat."

Yan Moji sent almost all the carefully cooked mutton into Ji Mingwu's bowl.

Ji Mingwu's expression remained motionless, and Yan Moji ate it as soon as he gave it to him, Yan Moji's brows were beaming with joy.

——I will pour brother Wu some wine later, the mutton nourishes yin and strengthens yang, and with the help of alcohol, he doesn't believe that tonight can't be done!

Although the fruit wine is not easy to get drunk, Yan Moji secretly added high-alcohol liquor to Ji Mingwu's fruit wine.At first he was still a little anxious, afraid that Ji Mingwu would taste something wrong, but he didn't expect that Ji Mingwu would drink one cup after another, as if drinking plain water, without even turning red.

On the contrary, it was Yan Moji who persuaded him to drink, the expression on his face went from secret joy at the beginning to shock at the end and numbness at the end.

——How much does his brother Wu drink?

In the end, Yan Moji, who was persuading him to drink, fell drunk first, his drunken eyes were dim, and he leaned on Ji Mingwu's shoulder, his mouth still smelled of alcohol when he spoke: "Brother Wu...you, you won't be drunk... Is it?"

Ji Mingwu glanced sideways at Yan Moji, with a smile unconsciously on his face.

——If he didn't use his internal strength, he might not be able to sustain so much fruit wine mixed with white wine.

Ji Mingwu didn't speak, and slowly calmed down his internal energy. Seeing that Yan Moji was about to fall asleep, thinking that although there was a stove in the main room, it was still not as warm as the bed, so he frowned slightly, and reached out to pat him gently. Patted Yan Moji on the shoulder: "You..."

Unexpectedly, Yan Moji was slapped by him, and rolled down, bumping his head on his thigh, hitting his nose, and moaning vaguely in pain: "It hurts..."

With some helplessness, Ji Mingwu turned Yan Moji over and let him lie on his lap. He looked at Yan Moji's bridge of nose, his fingertips gathered up his inner strength slightly, and stretched out his hand to gently rub him: "Does it still hurt?"

Yan Moji opened his eyes in confusion, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he smiled silly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's so comfortable."

Ji Mingwu felt a little helpless when he saw him so drunk that he didn't know anything about human affairs, but also felt a little warm.

After rubbing for a while, the foolishly happy Yan Moji suddenly became unhappy, and opened his mouth with a hint of grievance in his voice: "Brother Wu...you don't even call me by my name..."

Ji Mingwu was taken aback.

"It's always you, you..." Yan Moji muttered dissatisfiedly, turned sideways, buried his face in Ji Mingwu's lapel, covering the light in front of him, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "It's not like I don't have a name ...And every time I talk to you, you don't take the initiative to tell me..."

——It seems to be so...

Because of his temperament, he always does not like to talk too much, and he is afraid of revealing too much. Ji Mingwu usually keeps silent more and speaks less. Almost all the drunken people in front of him in the family take the initiative to talk to him.

——And very few times when he needed to take the initiative to speak, he called "you" directly, without calling his name.

——I didn't expect that this would make him care so much?I still hold back in my heart and don't say it, I must be drunk to confide...

Ji Mingwu watched him turn over on his lap like a puppy, and felt a trace of tenderness and apology in his heart. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yan Moji's hair, lowered his head and said softly, "Sorry, I was wrong. Then I'll call you 'Aji' from now on, okay?"

"Um……"

"Aji?"

"Um……"

"Aji."

"..."

In the middle of the night of New Year's Eve, in front of you is the leftovers and leftovers, and you can still smell a faint smell of alcohol; not far away, the orange flames in the quietly burning charcoal stove are beating gently, exuding a warm feeling .

The sound of firecrackers could be heard faintly outside the window, and Yan Moji, who had already fallen into a light sleep, was resting on his lap.

In a daze, Ji Mingwu felt as if he had been in this small courtyard since he was born, never went out, never practiced martial arts, and lived here peacefully, contentedly and happily.

An indescribable sense of tranquility surged from his heart, and after circling around his body, he rushed towards Tianling, making Ji Mingwu feel as if he was standing under a high door in a trance, stretched out his hands, and touched it with his fingertips. door eaves.

He raised his head, and through the window paper, he seemed to be able to see the distant distance, the deep night, and the bright stars that the night could not hide.

After a while, he lowered his head again, exhaled slowly, and gently stroked the hair of Yan Moji who was already asleep, a slight smile appeared on his lips, his voice was almost whispering, but with indomitable determination.

"Aji, I will protect you."

The author has something to say: **Little Theater**

About why I couldn't sleep well on New Year's Eve.

Yan Moji: Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year are here, why don't you show off?

Ji Mingwu: The child is still young.

Yan Moji: I'm already eighteen.

Ji Mingwu: Adults are not considered adults until the 20-year-old crown ceremony.

Yan Moji: Evil feudal society!

_(0w0」∠)_Today was also a day when Brother Wu couldn’t sleep~